Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 38. Just Beginning

Just Beginning

(Just started)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

"What's it all about, Cut?" Asked Cing Ella who was washing dishes in the back.

He was silent not answering. Because his eyes are still in the distance. Although the shadow of Tama's back is no longer visible.

He was about to open the paper bag when Cing Ella suddenly called out in a loud voice, "Astaghfirullah!"

"Why, Cing?" Ask surprised. Get up to Cing Ella in the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

"That person .. who was sitting there ...." Cing Ella glared. While pointing hands filled with soapy dish soap foam towards the bench keude.

"Just remember!" Cing Ella patted her own forehead until the soap foam came along. "That's General Agam's son-in-law?"

"Who found the mothers of Koneng village when they visited the funeral home?" Cing Ella who was still glaring hurriedly washed her hands under the water tap. With a hasty movement trying to remove the soap foam that is still attached.

"Pantesan muka kayak know ...." Cing Ella passed by herself who was still dumbstruck at the kitchen door.

"What's it say?" Cing Ella extended her neck trying to peek at the contents of the paper bag she was holding. "Here look."

He who was still dumbstruck could not dodge when Cing Ella took over the paper bag from his hand.

"Well?" Cing Ella exclaimed as she pulled out an exclusive black box. "The box is this good, Cut. How's it?"

He sighed in disbelief. Unable to resist Cing Ella's enormous curiosity. Eagerly tried to open the black box, which had a number of letters written on it.

"God, Cut?" Cing Ella's eyeballs seemed to be about to come out of place. "Beauty ...."

He could only gulp as Cing Ella showed the contents of the box. Appearing a flower-shaped brooch that is very beautiful is also glittering.

Cing Ella continued to be amazed. Look at the box containing the brooch that is in the grasp with sparkling eyes.

He was also fascinated. Observe the sparkling crystal studded brooch that looks so beautiful. His heart was instantly filled with an overflowing sense of awe. Because, just this time found a brooch that is so charming.

"Diamond Cut times? Beautiful like this. How much money is it?"

Cing Ella's question managed to restore her consciousness. Evaporating a sense of awe into a twitch of wonder. Following the voice of someone who entered into the keude.

"Eat here, Mpok."

"Yes" replied Cing Ella, handing the box with the brooch over to her hand.

Cing Ella rushed to serve the buyer. While he was still stuck in place. Staring at the brooch in the box is getting more and more blinding to the eyes. Reflecting the emptiness of the heart that suddenly burst to the surface.

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Tama

He is facing a number of reports given by Dimas, Kabagren (head of planning). About the realization of the first period budget and the accountability of satker performance (work unit). But his mind and soul are elsewhere.

"I can make you and the kids happy, Cut," said the khaki uniformed man sitting right next to him.

"I can guarantee their future. You don't have to make a living selling food like this."

He swallowed the saliva while examining the line of writing in the report. Trying to focus on Dimas who is explaining the contents of the report verbally. But his concentration is not being able to work together. His head was even more filled with the shadow of a man in a khaki uniform and a face pias Pocut behind the food shelf.

It's just beginning (it's just getting started).

As his heart cracked due to the disappointment of Kinan's betrayal improved. The confidence that is free-falling is slowly starting to recover. Plus the determination of the heart to re-open a new sheet. All that does not necessarily lead him on a straight path.

He still has to work. Prepare to strategize. Set aside the sometimes disturbing doubts. Ignoring the advice of friends.

But the plan is a plan. The target to get to know more closely is now extinct. A number of important points that want to be discussed, as the foundation of taking decisions next steps disperse in the middle of the road. Plus Pocut's response that initially began to open, now actually closed the door tightly and even walked away. Truly transverse aral that drains energy.

Is it really that difficult to approach someone you want? Or because he is not good at reading the situation and taking advantage of the situation?

Or rather, this is a sign that Pocut is indeed forbidden for him? As is often echoed by Armand and Wisak. That two vastly different worlds are impossible to meet in the same fate line. There's a lot to be at stake. There are a number of hearts to be guarded. There's a price to pay.

And all this gloom was wrapped in a sense of worry about, did he have to keep going? Or just like Pocut. Enough to get here.

Back to living the life that should. No longer trying to knit the desired strand of destiny. And stop trying to get Pocut into his life.

He doesn't have to bother. You can choose one of the women who surround him. Without having to strategize with the risk of failure. You can immediately show what you want. No need to adapt because the world is much different.

But this means that he has to betray himself. Disclaiming feelings that suddenly appear and settle without planning. Putting aside the desire to achieve the most valuable thing that he first encountered. Love's.

Well the hell done (alright). Now he has transformed into a poor love man. So naive. Is this how it feels to be in love? Or because of the logic that has worn out, the curmudgeons are eaten up by age. Until it can no longer function properly.

Okay, maybe he should start evaluating himself. Back to back. Identifying the beginning of this disturbing complexity.

It all started from a very ordinary meeting between himself and Pocut. But it must be admitted, the first impression (first impression) embedded in his mind is. Preferential. Like there was an invisible magnet that made him reluctant to turn away.

Damned! Even in the first point, the logic is no longer able to function normally.

Make him focus again on a series of writings in the report paper. Trying to pay attention to Dimas who still explains the details of certain points. Yet still failed. The neatly arranged explanation of Dimas only passed a glance in his ear. Not interested in stopping by let alone settling down. His concentration is still elsewhere.

"Sir?"

"Sir Tama?"

He was surprised when Dimas repeatedly called out his name. The soul that was floating as if it was being forcefully slashed into the body.

"For lack of ma ...."

He nodded, "Enough. I learned first."

Dimas obediently obeyed his orders. Turn around, get out of the room.

And so the pair of glass doors that bound his study room was tightly shut. He immediately exhaled a long breath. Throw your back on the back of the chair. Then pull a forehead. Trying to unravel the uneasiness, which slowly begins to frustrate.

"That's enough. Get here."

It is the most unwanted word he has to hear.

"Please don't come home anymore. Please stay away from my children."

Children are his main weakness. The relationship that never improved with Reka, little by little began to be treated by a warm welcome full of enthusiasm, from a little girl every time they met.

"Om ... come here and hear Sasa, Om?"

Being the most powerful sentence that is able to soar his ego to touch the horizon. Warming the heart that has been cold and flat. Because it is used to getting respect from many people out there. But it is ignored and not considered by his wife and his own baby. Miris.

"Do you need time alone?"

He had to ask this unpleasant question. Trying to make sense of the situation by giving Pocut a little space.

"I promise I won't call or see you for the next month. But after that .. I ask you not to avoid."

The time one month offered is not without planning. For the next two days, they will enter the month of Ramadan. Such a glorious month to look forward to. A solid month for a wanderer like himself.

Because according to valid data learned so far, the number of crimes and criminality in the month of Ramadan is actually increasing. Most of the background is due to the increase in economic activity and the high demand for consumer goods. Fishing for a crime. Starting from theft, fraud, to the circulation of counterfeit money.

You can be sure the daily schedule will be more solid than before. Including the invitation to break the fast or official visits to a number of related agencies. Makes it not as powerful now. You can come visit if you want to meet.

One month is enough, he thought, nodding. He could think more clearly. Increasingly, whether this new life is what it wants and needs in the future. Or just a momentary trajectory that dusts but actually plunges.

It's just beginning (it's just getting started).

But he always had another way.

"Van!" He called Devano through the extension number. "There's a duty of the state."

***

Pocktail

He immediately hid the black box containing the brooch into the deepest part of the closet. Hidden between the clothes. Make sure no one else can find it but him.

"She must be interested in you" muttered Cing Ella more like an accusation. When the two of them were cleaning the empty baking sheet after closing the keude.

"Until you give me such an expensive gift," Cing Ella chuckled in amazement.

"How much money is that, Cut?" It became a sentence that Cing Ella had repeatedly muttered since earlier.

"Mom knows?" Cing Ella couldn't stop asking.

But he remained silent and did not react.

But Cing Ella patted him on the shoulder with a big smile, "Now I know what I want."

He just frowned not understanding.

Now Cing Ella looked at him very seriously, "Pak Camat, babe tajir next door, businessman from Tangerang, all passing by .... Nothing compared to this one."

"Cing?" He sighed in disbelief at Cing Ella's enthusiasm.

"Suit," Cing Ella smiled broadly as she gave a thumbs up. "Company."

"Ish," he sneered in annoyance as he recalled the chat with Cing Ella. Hurriedly brushed off someone's shadow so as not to get deeper disturbing his feelings. He immediately went to the kitchen, intending to wash the dirty baking sheet he brought from the keude.

But his steps were held back by the sound of mobile phone vibrations stored on the table.

+6281531595959 calling

As usual, he did not immediately pick up the call. Try to remember about the number who contacted him.

+6281531595959 calling

Second call. It can't be from that guy, right? suspiciousness. Why did he become this hot?

+6281531595959 calling

With a heavy heart he raised the call, "Hello?"

"Good afternoon" said the voice across. "With Mom Pocut?"

"Yes, right," he answered, increasingly feeling apprehensive.

"Include me, I'm Devano from the Metro Police office .... Notifying mom's schedule of preparing meals for breaking in our office on the date ...."

"Awhile," he frowned in wonder. "Something seems wrong. I've never made an offer for an iftar package to anyone."

"Rubber," Devano replied in a voice so calm. "Mom didn't make an offer to us. Because we're the ones who choose mother catering as ...."

"E .. sorry," he was forced to cut Devano's sentence. "How can ... not make an offer but get a schedule?"

Devano cleared his throat for a moment, "I know the information, ma'am."

"And the problem ... during the fasting month we are off. Only serve takjil orders. We closed the order a week ago, too," he still frowned in wonder.

"Well, mother," Devano's voice remained calm and polite. "Means during the fasting month of catering mothers holiday?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Can you make an exception, ma'am?"

"meaning?"

"Special to meet the schedule of breaking the fast in our office? Mothers only got to schedule four times during the fasting month. Hopefully not burdensome."

"Not much, Mom. Just provide for about thirty people."

"Specifically to be kept in meeting rooms reserved for guests."

"Actually every day we prepare dishes to break the fast. But divided into a number of different caterers. Let's not get bored with the taste and the menu is so, Mom ...." Seloroh Devano's.

"Is mom ready? Scheduled dates here are the 3rd, 9th, 15th, and 21st of Ramadan."

"If you are willing, I put it on the list. So we don't have to find another caterer."

He sighed in disbelief listening to Devano's long explanation.

"This is for the office in Slipi?" Guess he tried hard not to be prejudiced. Yet failed.

"That's fine mother," Devano replied cheerfully. But to his ears it sounded like news without a message.

A month will not meet, his mind almost laughed. The promise of an unbony tongue.

"If you are ready ... DP will be sent directly to your account number of 30 percent. The rest we'll pay off on the last date mom sent me food."

"And later our officers will take food to the mother's place," continued Devano explained additional facilities, namely pick-up.

"So you don't have to bother looking for a vehicle to send food."

"How, Ma? Can I put now into the schedule ...."

Already since last year, he and mamak no longer sell heavy food in the fasting month. After signing a prescription usage contract with Persada Appetite. He and Mamak only received a certificate order. That is also limited in number.

Mamak wants to be more solemn in carrying out worship in the month of Ramadan. After all, their income has been fulfilled from the results of cooperation with Persada Appetite.

So, there's no reason to accept a strange offer from an office, suspected of someone's meddling.

"If I give you until tomorrow to answer how, ma'am?" Devano's voice sounded not as cheerful as before. As there is a heavy burden contained in the demand of Devano.

But he still shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devano .. we still can't. Not to refuse sustenance. But because we don't make heavy meals in the fasting month."

"Who called?" Mamak asked in surprise, when he came out of the room while half grumbling.

Just a few hours ago I promised to give him time. But now instead of mobilizing others to persuade him. Ish. How can such a person be trusted.

"There are people who want to order food to break their fast" she replied, hoping she wouldn't ask again. But he was mistaken. My mother asked me again with full investigation.

"Who?"

"There's one office ...." The answer is reluctant to explain in more detail.

"Rejected?"

He nodded, "We don't make heavy meals, do we, Mom? Just a prick."

Mamak. And this made him breathe a sigh of relief.

But his relief turned out to be only temporary. Because when he was washing a dirty baking sheet, Umay shouted his name.

"Mama ... The phone keeps vibrating!"

He hurriedly washed his hands to remove the soap foam. Then received a cell phone that was extended by Umay.

+6281531595959 calling

He immediately clicked as soon as he saw the number listed on the phone screen. And this attracted the attention of mamak who was warming the sauce of acid keu eung (spicy acid) on the stove.

"Mother Pocut?" A polite greeting was heard from across the street. "It's with Devano again, ma'am."

"Yes" he answered stiffly.

"Mother ... It's okay if indeed the mother only provides a certificate," said Devano quickly. "Please note the date, ma'am ...."

"E ... a minute .. a minute ...." He hastily disconnected Devano's sentence. "But I haven't agreed ...."

"Who?" Ask mommy with a full search.

"From the office guy, Mom," he answered worriedly.

"You want to order heavy food?"

He shook his head, "It's so bad."

Mamak nodded, "If it's under fifty servings. It's not good to refuse sustenance."

He sighed and exhaled a long breath. Can't believe my mom's words.

"But, Mommy ...."

Mama just smiled looking at him, "What's wrong. Can get the reward by providing food for people to break the fast."

He sniffed before returning to talk on his cell phone.

"Mother? Hello, Ma? Pocut ma'am?" As soon as Devano's panicked voice called out his name.

He exhaled again before answering Devano's call, though with a heavy heart, "We got what date, sir?"

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